We danced in a darkened room,
love spilling around us
like ribbons and silk
and I swear I saw the universe
in those winter blue eyes
I could get lost in you
And I did, I did
and you became lost in black holes
that crept in your arms
and caused rifts between us
when we danced.
I dance alone now
under a winter blue sky,
no ribbons, no silk.
They say the good die young
but why do the good
have to die at all?